In Honor!
by Mark Lyons
Image by Uwe Baumann from Pixabay
“Swish, swish” went the brush lightly spreading swatches of color across the wide canvas.
“Just a few more strokes here and a couple of dabs here and this painting will be finished,” exclaimed Emily as she peered critically at her first commercial endeavor since opening her art studio near the center of her hometown.
“My lucky, tie-dyed purple and white crew socks from SammySocks Etc. will be proud,” boasted the young artist. “My parents and grandparents will be proud, as well. This painting is in honor of them.”
The Catch! by Mark Lyons Image by Gundula Vogel from Pixabay “Okay, Tyrese, go down about ten yards and veer left. I will lob the football over your left shoulder,” said Miguel in the tight huddle. “Are you sure he will catch it?” teased Mike as he clapped his hands together. “He did drop two passes last week like they were hot potatoes.” “Have no worries about me, Mike,” replied Tyrese with the grin of a Cheshire cat. “I’m wearing my football crew socks with the gray toe and blue stripes from SammySocks Etc. The last time I wore these socks, I caught seven passes. Two of those passes went for touchdowns. You will not be disappointed.” The Hornets...
Home! by Mark Lyons Image by Anja🤗#helpinghands #solidarity#stays healthy🙏 from Pixabay Like a feral cat on the prowl of a wounded sparrow, Donald quietly crossed the narrow, snow-covered path that ran beside his secluded bungalow deep in the forest. Smoke drifted lazily from a stone chimney pointed skyward. The light of a single candle illuminated a room visible through an uncurtained window near the front door of the bungalow. Donald smiled to himself. His long journey was over. A waiting family eagerly anticipated his return. They were gathered near a fire crackling in the fireplace prepared to hug and kiss and laugh their long-departed father and husband. Snowflakes as large as quarters drifted down through the winter trees as...
Ready!
by Mark Lyons
Image by katermikesch from Pixabay
Sofia sits up straight. Her back is like one of those metal street sign poles. She rests her aged violin firmly under her chin ready for the moment to add her musicality to the symphony.
Silently tapping her foot and whispering under her breath, Sofia counts down the measures. Years of training and practice are about to come to fruition. She knows she will do well. A pair of white crew socks from SammySocks Etc. embellished with a myriad of notes covers her feet under a pair of classic black flats.
Sofia is ready!
